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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.