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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Scion,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Gong,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.