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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.