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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.