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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.