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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.