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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.