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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.