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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.