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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol 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?
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.