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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.