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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.