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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
cv313,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.