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 Korea South and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.