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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.