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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.