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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.