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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.