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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.