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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.