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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.