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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.