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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.