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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
ABC,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.