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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.