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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.