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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.