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 China and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.