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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Sound,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.