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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.