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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Crime,
Excepter,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.