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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.