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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.