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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.