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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Slave,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.