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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.