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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Quantec,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.