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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.