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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.