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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.