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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
MC5,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.