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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.