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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.