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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.