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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.