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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.