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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.