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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.