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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.