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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
X-102,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.