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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.