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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.