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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Rekid,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.