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 France and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.