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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.