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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.