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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.