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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Can,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.