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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.