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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.