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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.