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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.