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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.