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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.