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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.