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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.