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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.