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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.