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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.