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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.