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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.