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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
cv313,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.