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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.