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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.