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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.