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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.