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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.