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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.