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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.