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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.