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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.