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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.