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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.