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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.