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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.