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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.