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 Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.