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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.