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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.