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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.