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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.