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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.