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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.