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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.