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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.