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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.