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 India and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.