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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.