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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.