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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.