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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Fear,
cv313,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.