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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
MDC,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Niagra,
Visage,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.