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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.