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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.