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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.