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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Nico,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.