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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Q65 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Move,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.