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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.