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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Visage,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.