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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.