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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.