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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
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The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.