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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.