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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
UT,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.