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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.