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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.