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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Swans,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.