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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.