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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
ABC,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.