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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.