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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.