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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Niagra,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.