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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.