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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.