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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.