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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.