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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Inner City,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.