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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.