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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
The Busters,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.