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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 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 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.