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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Television,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.