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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.