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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.