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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.