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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.