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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
JFA,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Monolake,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.