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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.