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 Ghana and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.