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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.