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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.