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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.