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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.