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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.