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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Index,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.