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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.