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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.