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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.