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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.