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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.