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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.