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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.