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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
UT,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.