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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.