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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.