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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.