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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.