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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.