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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Happenings 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?
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Wings,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.