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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.