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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.