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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.