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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.