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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.