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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.