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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.