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 Mexico and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.