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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.