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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.