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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.