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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.