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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Evens,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Swans,
Neu!,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.