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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.