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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Gong,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.