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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.