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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.