Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.