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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.