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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Can,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Wings,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.