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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bauhaus 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.