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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.