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 Pakistan 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.