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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Monks,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.