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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Leaves,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.