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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.