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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.