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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.