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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.