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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.