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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.