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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.