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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.