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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.