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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.