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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
X-101,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.