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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.