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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
AZ,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.