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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.