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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.