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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.