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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.