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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.