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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.