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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.