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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.