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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.