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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.