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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.