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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Japan,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.