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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.