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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.