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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
UT,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.