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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Swans,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.