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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.