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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.