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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Aswad,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.