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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Index,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.