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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.