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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.