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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.