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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.