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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.