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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.