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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.