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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.