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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.