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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.