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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Wire,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.