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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.