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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.