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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.