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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Japan,
cv313,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.