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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.