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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.