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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.