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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.