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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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 Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Index,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
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.