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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.