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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Smog,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Index,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
the Association,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.