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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.