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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.