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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.