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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.