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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.