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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
PIL,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.