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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Swans,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.