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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.