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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.