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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
The Sound,
Television,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe 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.