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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Can,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.