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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.