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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.