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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.