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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.