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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.