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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.