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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 AZ to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.