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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.