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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.