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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.