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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Associates,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.