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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.