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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.