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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Audionom to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.