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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.