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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.