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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.