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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Move,
Can,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.