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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
PIL,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.