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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.