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 Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.