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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.