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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.