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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.