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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.