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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.