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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.