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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.