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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Quantec,
MDC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.