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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.