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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.