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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.