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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.