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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.