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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.