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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.