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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.