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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.