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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.