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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.