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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.