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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.