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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.