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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.