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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.