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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.