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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.