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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
cv313,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.