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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.