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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.