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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Smog,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.