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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.