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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Pole,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.