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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.