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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Television 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.