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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.