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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.