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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.