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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.