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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.