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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
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The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.