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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.