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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.