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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.