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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.