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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.