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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.