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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.