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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Flipper,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.