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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.