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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.