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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.