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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.