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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.