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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.