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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.