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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.