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 Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.