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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.