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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.