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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.