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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.