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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.