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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.