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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Smog,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.