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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Can,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.