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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.