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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.