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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.