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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Wake,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.