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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.