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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Index,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.