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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.