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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.