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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.