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 Norway and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.