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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.