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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.