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 United States and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.