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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.