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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.