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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.