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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.