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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.