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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.