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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.