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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
MDC,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.