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 China and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.