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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.