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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Television,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.