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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.