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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.