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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.