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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Can,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.