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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.