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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.