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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.