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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
ABC,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.