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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.