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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.