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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.