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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.