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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.