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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.