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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.