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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Echospace,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.