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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.