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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.