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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.