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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Wings,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.