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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
PIL,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.