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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.