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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
The Index,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.