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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.