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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.