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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.