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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.