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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.