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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 AZ 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.