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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Josef K,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
PIL,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.