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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.