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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
World's Most,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.