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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Faust,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.