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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Q65,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.