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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.