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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.