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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.