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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.