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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.