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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Gong,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.