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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Interpol,
the Association,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.