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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Pylon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.