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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.