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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.