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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Smog,
MC5,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.