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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.