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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.