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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Motorama,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.