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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.