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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.