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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.