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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.