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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.