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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.