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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.