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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.