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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.