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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.