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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.