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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.