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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.