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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.