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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.