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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.