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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Victims,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.