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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.