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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.