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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
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Section 25,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.