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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.