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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.