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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.