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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.