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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.