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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.