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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.