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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Organ,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.