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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.