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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.