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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
PIL,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.