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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.