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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.