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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
X-101,
Ludus,
AZ,
Organ,
The Evens,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.