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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.