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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.