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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.