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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.