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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.