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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.