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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.