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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Dead Boys 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.