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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.