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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.