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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.