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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.