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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Symarip,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.