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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.