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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.