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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.