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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.