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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.