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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.