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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.