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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.