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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.