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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.