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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.