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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.