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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.