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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.