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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.