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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.