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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.