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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.