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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
June of 44,
Smog,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.