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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.