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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.