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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.