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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
DNA,
Niagra,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.