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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.