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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.