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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.