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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.