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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.