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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Television to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.