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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.