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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.