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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.