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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.