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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.