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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.