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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.