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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.