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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.