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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.