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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.