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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Motions to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.