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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
ABC,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.