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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.