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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boredoms 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.