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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.