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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Franke,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.