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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.