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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.