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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
ABC,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.