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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Magma,
CMW,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.