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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.