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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.