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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.