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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.