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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.