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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.