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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.