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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.